My thumb slips off the button and I pause long enough to send it before refocusing on what my body demands. The pleasure crests higher. My hips rock as I seek out my orgasm.
Wyatt hasn’t said anything for a few minutes, but my brain is so clouded with the fog of touching myself that it takes me a while to notice. Maybe he was close and feels the same as I do, needing to reach oblivion.
The phone pings again, so I could be wrong. Who cares, as long as I keep feeling like this. I press harder, rubbing my fingers in a tight circle over my sensitive clit.
Wyatt: I want more of those sinful sounds you’re making. Show me how good it feels, baby. Is your sweet pussy wet for me?
I don’t know if it’s because I’m so close to coming that I could be convinced of anything, or that I’m flying high on the way this has all unfolded, but I don’t feel any shame or nerves anymore. Raising the phone with a wicked little grin, I get a good angle from above of my fingers dipped between my legs, knees drawn together. Just as I fire it off, the hot coil in my core intensifies.
“Ah!”
I drop my head back into the pillows while I stroke my fingers over my folds to gather some of the slickness coating my labia and thighs, gliding my fingers back over my clit. The waves crash over me, the intensity of the orgasm making me clench on the emptiness I wish were full of Wyatt’s dick right now as I tremble. It feels incredible, definitely the best orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
Elation spirals through me, mingling with the aftershocks of pleasure skating over my skin, and I smile at the ceiling, stretching my arms overhead.
The abandoned phone buzzes on the bedspread with a new message. I roll onto my side and rub my thighs together lazily as I reach for it, enjoying the lasting effects of sensitivity and how wet I feel.
I nearly drop the phone with a surprised yelp. Wyatt upped the ante again with a Boomerang. The animated image plays when I open it and my mouth drops open as it repeats. Oh my god. I watch it four times, fascinated and turned on.
In the Boomerang clip he fists his cock with fast strokes and at the last couple of seconds before it starts over, come spills over his fingers.
Wyatt: Thanks babe [wink emoji]
I debate what to say next. Is there something universal that says thanks for the orgasm via text message? And can we set up a time to do it again?
Boldly, I lounge naked instead of getting up to get dressed as fast as possible. The confidence lingers. I roll onto my back and cross one leg over the other, hoping he’ll say something first since he seems to be well-versed in this sort of thing.
My face lights up when he does reply shortly after the last of the afterglow fades.
Wyatt: Let me see how you look after you’ve come.
After everything we did tonight, this one feels easy now. I fluff my hair and recline against my pillows, tilting my face for a cute picture. There’s a glow of life in my flushed cheeks and my sparkling eyes. It’s one of the very rare times I like how I look in a photo on the first take.
Thea: Goodnight [heart emoji] [Photo attachment]
“Thea!”
A knock at my door makes my heart skip about eighty beats. My life force threatens to leave my body. I can feel the pull for it to float out of my mouth and drift through my ceiling. Poetic that I’d die young, sated, and totally freaking naked.
Mom jiggles the handle and knocks again. “Why is your door locked?”
“One sec, Mom! I’m changing for bed.”
I shove my phone under my pillow and kick my romper under the bed. After hurrying into a pair of pink flannel sleep pants and a loose t-shirt sitting on my hamper, I check the mirror and hope she can’t tell.
Unlocking the door, I peek through the crack. “Did you need anything?”
“Just wanted to make sure you remembered to study for your math test.”
Mom crosses her arms, scrutinizing me in that silent motherly way that feels as if she’s eating me alive. I shift on my feet, keeping my expression blank by sheer force of will. Project calmness and she won’t demand to come inspect the room. Her gaze flicks over my shoulder, peering into what little I allow her to see of my room with me blocking the door.
“Of course I studied for it. I’m all done for the night,” I assure her. Crap, is my voice still a little breathy? I clear my throat. “Anyway, goodnight.”
I give her a kiss on the cheek and scurry back into my room, diving beneath the covers. A giggle bubbles up in my chest and I hide it in my stuffed sea lion when I fish him out.
Tonight was amazing.
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